<p>Oh, Drosselmeier, that was bad. ::groan:: :)</p>
<p>Welcome to Florida, dhmom–where kids learn to crawl then drive then walk. Now don’t get me started on my stories…</p>
<p>Ok, since you insist. Just one. ;)</p>
<p>When S was in elem. school, his best friend invited him to go trick-or-treating in his neighborhood. Good thing my DH went along. Otherwise, S would surely have been flattened by all the little ballerinas and vampires juggling sacks of candy while driving golf carts from house to house. In the dark. Unaccompanied by any adults. Guess the grownups had better things to do. Like hunting. :)</p>
<p>I fully understand why you would decline over safety, and think thats a very responsible decision.</p>
<p>But please, I highly doubt your 13 year old son would cry over a dead animal, ESPECIALLY in front of his friends. When I was 12, my grandmother threw on the brakes to her car to avoid hitting a squirrel. I didnt have my seatbelt on, and almost hit my head on the dashboard. I was livid and wanted an explanation, and when she told me about the squirell, my response was “Its a freaking squirrel. You’re going to risk the airbag getting deployed on me to save a damn squirrel?” I nunderstand your concerns, but I can almost guarantee you that your son is more masculine than you think he is.</p>
<p>Actually, I don’t have concerns about him being traumatised by killing an animal. With this same family they shot a turkey right in front of him .he thought it was “cool”. ( I didn’t…I don’t like bloodsport of any kind). It was other posters on here who thought he might be.</p>